Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.